After hearing the voices of plants, farming in the countryside exploded

Those who finished harvesting did not go home immediately.

Instead, they gathered together and watched the harvester all the way.

Whenever there is new rice, everyone goes up to grab a handful, rubs it in the palm of their hands and tastes it.

"Hey, you must be lazy again, at least three out of ten pills are empty shells."

"What's the point of having so much? You can't eat it all, and you can't make a lot of money selling it."

The question and answer silenced everyone.

Yes.

Food is so important, but those who grow it cannot make a fortune.

It seems that in Qingping Village, no one makes money from this.

Just plant a little, enough to feed your family.

As for why not grow other cash crops and use the money earned to buy rice.

Of course, selling rice is cheap, but buying rice is not cheap.

Therefore, the most cost-effective model is self-sufficiency.

"It's gone. It's gone."

I don’t know if the words just touched my heart, but everyone didn’t want to watch the excitement. They chatted for a few words and then dispersed.

Zhang Ruoruan and Zhang Jianguo also loaded the millet onto the electric tricycle and drove home.

When I get home, the first thing I do is to sweep the concrete floor in front of the house clean with a broom.

Then pour out the bags of fresh millet and spread them out to dry.

Around him, four little guys, Zhang Heihei, Zhang Juzuo, Zhang Nanbei, and Zhang Dongxi were also attracted by the insects mixed in the millet, jumping up and down around the insects.

Zhang Ruanruan didn't care about them and let them roll on the grain.

Anyway, the millet hasn't been peeled yet, so I'm not afraid of getting dirty.

Of course, if they dare to poop and urinate on the millet and use it as cat litter, Zhang Ruanruan will let them understand why the flowers are so red.

"I'll go back first, please pay attention to the weather."

Zhang Jianguo helped spread the grain and left.

Before going out, don't forget to give Zhang Ruanruan a word.

Zhang Ruoruan remembered that what he hated most in the past was the days of harvesting rice.

Because she couldn't go out to play during the days when she was drying corn, she had to stay at home and pay attention to the weather.

If the sun is strong, turn the grain from time to time.

If it's a cloudy day and a storm is coming, harvest the millet quickly. If not, sweep the grain into a pile and cover it with a tarpaulin.

The cement floor in front of Zhang Ruoruan's door was specially designed for drying millet.

It looks flat, but you'll know it when you pour water.

In fact, the center is slightly convex and the sides are slightly slanted.

This kind of design is to prevent sudden rainstorms.

When there is no time to collect the millet, you only need to sweep the millet to the slightly raised point in the center as quickly as possible, and then cover it with a tarpaulin, which can perfectly resolve a sneak attack by God.

Unless it's a flood-level rainstorm, it won't get the grains wet at all.

Zhang Ruoran also went back to the room.

Turn on the air conditioner and play with your mobile phone.

This is what a famous city is like in November. While other cities are already snowing, the sun is still shining brightly, and the air conditioner even has to be turned on at noon.

Zhang Ruoruan watched videos for an hour before getting up and going out.

Take off your shoes and step on the rice with bare feet.

Walk over slowly.

This step of work is called going to the valley.

Just use your feet to turn the millet over so that it can be dried more evenly.

I remember that this was what Zhang Ruoruan was most afraid of when she was a child. She felt that the millet stung her feet and was hot, and there were also bugs that died in the sun.

But now she is not afraid.

Zhang Ruoruan first walked around in a clockwise direction.

I even took a video.

"I haven't done this for a long time."

The ten-second video was played millions of times once it was released.

Countless rural people who were already living in cities were blasted out.

"Okay, okay, from this angle, the soles of my feet are already stinging."

"Haha, the most annoying thing when I was a kid was getting millet caught between my toes." "Ruanruan is not that big, but I was miserable when I was a kid. I had more than ten acres of millet under my control, and my feet would get blisters all day long. "

"When I was eight years old, I did this every day. At that time, I swore that I would escape from the countryside and never go back in my life. Now I am thirty-eight years old and sit in the office every day. What I think about is whether I can work until the day I retire and return to my hometown. Stay for a few years.”

"It's better to be modern. Every household can afford a harvester. It's not like my time. Not only did you have to dry the millet, you also had to harvest it manually. Your feet were cut by the sickle, and you still had to grit your teeth. At the end of the day, sweat and blood It’s all bleeding all over the floor, and I almost saw my breasts.”

"It's really a nostalgic perspective. I was doing this when I was six years old. One day my mother gave me [-] cents, which made me happy. But one time I went out to buy candy and came back late. It happened to rain and I didn't have time to cover the millet. It was miserable. Got mixed doubles.”

"It was a childhood nightmare. My parents died early. When I was in the fifth grade, my grandparents and I had to harvest 7 acres of rice. We didn't finish it after three days of work. In the end, the people in the village couldn't bear it and organized a group of more than a dozen adults. Come over and help finish the cutting."

"I feel sorry for you, give me a hug."

"Haha, it's okay. It's all over. My child is three years old now."

The comment section became a memorial section.

Countless people over the age of thirty or even fifty have left behind their own unknown teenage thoughts.

Although it is just a brief mention, everyone knows how much effort they have put in from the previous scene to now being able to sit in the office and post comments.

Looking back, I feel relieved.

"Wow, I want to play this too."

Feng Nuannian also saw the video and was very interested in the fact that he could legitimately step on grains with his feet.

After all, it is an instinct engraved in their genes not to waste food.

"Today is only Tuesday." Zhang Ruoruan rolled his eyes.

"I don't have class tomorrow morning! Wait, I'll take the bus after class at four o'clock. Pick me up at your usual place." Feng Nuanian has always been vigorous and resolute. If she said she would come, she would definitely come.

Zhang smiled softly and silently, and replied with an expressionless OK cat.

One day passed like that.

The sun slowly crawled across the sky, white clouds were blooming, and the shadows on the ground kept moving.

Zhang Ruoruan would go out for a walk from time to time, and then go back to the room to continue playing on his mobile phone.

In the blink of an eye, the warm year is here.

"Do you still want to turn over?"

After getting off the back seat of Zhang Ruoruan's electric car, Feng Nuannian took off his shoes as soon as possible.

"You go ahead and turn it over." Zhang Ruanruan didn't look at it.

So Feng Nuannian stepped on it happily.

"Yeah, it's a little prickly."

Feng Nuannian had a strange look on his face.

For well-educated urban children, there is really no chance of getting their feet wet with food.

Feng Nuannian imitated the look in Zhang Ruoruan's video and moved forward step by step.

By the time the trip to Feng Nuan Nian was over, it was almost half past five.

The two enjoy a sumptuous meal together.

Snail noodles + fried wings + ice coke.

For them, anything other than rice is a feast.

Junk food, yyds.

After eating, get to work.

"Can't it be covered?"

Feng Nuannian was a little puzzled when he heard that the millet was to be collected.

It takes at least five days to dry the millet. How troublesome is it to put it away every day and move it out the next day?
  "The ground is very moist, so covering it can only prevent fog, but not moisture."

Zhang Ruanruan said.

Not only do we have to collect at night, but also when it rains.

Sweeping it up and covering it up was just a last resort, and it was done only when it was too late.

"Ok."

In the windy year, you can only work honestly.

Sweep the grain into a pile, put it into a large sack, and move it back to the utility room to put it away.

"so tired."

Feng Nuannian hammered his little arm.

She understood this time.

It turns out that "every grain of grain is hard work" is not lyrical.

But a statement.

This strengthened her belief that she could not leave a single grain of rice left in the bowl.